A Road that Twists


A Road that Twists


A road that twists around and round

with every step on wearing ground

I’m farther now from such reprieve

amid my dreams and what achieved.

And time has formed a hardened crust

around my heart that slowly bled

with twists and turns that lay ahead

where I’ll become the shifting dust.



A Tree


A Tree


Compromise when you have to

but sometimes, stand like a tree

strong through the ages to be-

Flexing, not breaking

to the passing of time,

for in moments of making

what you do, who you are will define.






What shall I do with all this freedom?

Time set between sunrise and sunset

and what I want and what could get

without leftover worries or obligations

unraveling a life with simplifications

for nothing I must do unless I choose,

nothing left to pay with years past due

if only one to love twenty four seven,

I can stretch around in my own heaven

and be the person I wanted to become

while madness around possessing some

when the only challenge to overcome

is what shall I do with all my freedom?



Dust Covered


Dust Covered


Won’t let old things gather around

covered in dust, forgotten by playful hands.

New every morning I leave behind the wants

when unfulfilled become old and stale

with the smell of failure I found

in the passing of time, empty time

marked by each inhale of life we hold

until no more, with each exhale

we learn to leave it behind.




Nikon F90n / Kodak Tmax 400 / Kodak D-76



Mundane, I said and out of my element

but I learned to swim in rivers unknown,

does that makes me better?

I cannot return to the place I’m from

I cannot proceed if I don’t belong

and can only do imitated greatness,

does that makes me better?

If I close my eyes in the darkness find

maps to follow blind,

maybe a place like none

where I may belong,

will that make me better?







Piece by piece we come together

parts barely fitting with smooth edges,

hard to fit between the wedges

of tight closed fingers-

And life goes on, desire lingers

while weaving dreams that fell apart,

but piece by piece with ever part

we fit together we become clear,

year after year

a picture forms that we can see

a part of you, a part of me.

And every piece we place and match

in between love and pain we catch

a glimpse of heavens, if one last piece

with grace attach

to finish all in resting peace-







I though reserved was love for each

somewhere kept easy to reach

at the right time-

I thought by right it would be mine

by asking once or twice

only to find there is a price

for letting go, to be alone

in sadness sown

while life shall pass

and love bypass-

I’ve learned that dreams

weaved in the dark will never gleam

and verses forged with greatest pain

will not retain

in every line the emotions bared,

and learned that life will not forgive

but always give,

only if we dared-